That's disgusting. Eating humans is one thing, but carrots?
I had a conversation with a carrot one day, in which I told it that I hated its guts and did not want to see it in my neighborhood. The carrot stared at me for a very long time and then remarked that its top was better than mine, because his was green, and mine looked like it had dried up. Then he suggested methods of watering myself so that I would look "fresh." When I pointed out that I take daily showers, he told me that wasn't good enough, and I should make more of an effort to get to the root of the problem by spending several hours a day soaking my feet. I told him my feet would get wrinkly, and then he accused me of believing in "junk science" and of holding to "an outmoded model of liquidity."
See why I hate them?